Sniffles

Sniffles



Hummin': The Reason by Hoobastank

I've caught something. *Ah-chooo!*

Argh.

I hate having colds because of the stuffiness in my nose, making it hard to breathe through my nostrils and thus causing chapped lips because I have to breathe through my mouth or die from lack of oxygen (as if my brain hasn't suffered enough from oxygen depletion).

Having said that, it's also hard to eat because I can hardly chew, swallow and take in gulps of air all at the same time. Sigh, not being able to eat already makes me sad.

Being sick BITES.

I get to call attention even though how subtly I try because some of my profs won't allow people to come in and out of the classroom during class hours. So that's either I hold in my snot for a good 1 and 1/2 hour or I release it in a tissue for my seatmates to hear.

Ewww, gross. I know.

I've taken about 4 Tuseran Forte capsules in the last 24 hours and I've only gotten worse. Grrr...why does it feel like I'm coming down with a fever? Argh. Can't miss class though 'coz I've got a test coming up.

Darn it.

Did I mention I hate being sick?

Well, let me say it again, I HATE BEING SICK!!!



Dreaming Again!

As if that's not troubling enough. Let me just say, I dreamt of him again. Yes, I did. (Read in order to relate: THE SPARK) Damn it, I'm beginning to dread closing my eyes because I really don't want to hang onto any hopes or feelings.

IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!

Let me move on. Please...

On a side note, does anyone know where dreams come from? I mean, any interpretation of dreams?

LOTR Purist NO LONGER!

LOTR Purist No Longer!



Hummin': Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows

'Halfings!' laughed the Rider that stood before Eomer. 'Halfings! But they are only a little people in old songs and children's tales our of the North. Do we walk in legends or on the green earth in the daylight?'

'A man may do both,' said Aragorn. 'For not we, but those who come after will be the legends of our time. The green earth, say you? That is a mighty matter of legend, though you tread it under the light of day!'

Last friday, I found myself walking around the school library with no real destination. To avoid looking like a person who hangs out in the Rizal Annex just to lug the hours away and benefit from the cool air conditioning (which I was doing), I figured much as well catch up on my reading time.

Using the computer to search for interesting books, I thought well, Lord Of The Rings would definitely be an interesting read. I typed in the book title, and found out that all the books from the two sets of the LOTR Trilogy was loaned out...except for one, The Two Towers. I wanted to read from the first book, but mere loaners can't be choosers. So, settling without much complaint, I now have a black, hardbound copy of the Two Towers here in my very room.

My expectations, though surprisingly sky high, were met by the author, J.R.R. Tolkien, gaining even more admiration (as if it were anymore possible) from an amateur writer like me. I can not quite comprehend how one person can conjure up all these fantasylands and middle earth folks with great detail. I mean, I do have an active imagination, but mine is obivously galaxies away from that of Tolkien.

As I flipped page after page, my senses were filled with so much texture and detail that I could picture every scene of the story as if I myself was in the very worlds he conceived. It was awe-inspiring the way that his words could create another place in another time, simply by description.

Speaking of creation, I must admit that after a few pages only did I begin to really appreciate the work of Director Peter Jackson who went to great lengths just to recreate the books as closely as possible. The LOTR Movies were among the few movies which were able to justify the books from whence the plots came from.

And even though books are always better than the movies that were based on them, which I can understand since movies recreate with real people as actors/actresses, time constraint and a budget, I'd give Peter Jackson the highest commendation for actually coming this close.

Ang galing talaga.

They always said he was pure genius. And I agreed; but it is only now that I can truly say, "Yes, I know."


Back to the book. Blog again later. Cheerz. *wink*

The SPARK: A Weird Dream

The SPARK




Hummin': You had me from hello by Kenny Chesney

I've had the oddest dream last night.

I dreamt that I was going to my Philosophy class. Deep inside, I knew who I was looking forward to see, which felt like deja vu since I had really spotten someone "cute" yesterday. But then, just before I got to open that door, I bumped elbows with someone who was standing near, his back facing mine.

KZZZT.

Do you know that kind of "static" spark from the friction produced by elbows or fingers when they touch?

That's exactly what happened.

Jolted, I turned around to apologize, just as the other head turned around to look at me. And holee guacamolee, my jaw must've fallen to the ground and my eyes popped out of their sockets when I saw His face just mere inches from mine. It was the face that never failed to bowl me over with his moreno looks and his winning smile.

Waaaah. I had the fight or flight dilemma in my brain.

For a split-second, I almost followed the urge to look away, leaving him merely with a muttered apology, but thank God, this time courage won. (At least in dreams, I cease to be a pathetic coward) So I handed over my apology with a sheepish smile. It was brief, but it was a smile nevertheless.

In return, he flashed that mega-watt smile back with an 'It's okay.' I swear my heartbeat was thumping so loudly, my ears couldn't hear anything else.

And then I woke up with that same smile still pasted on my face.

Feeding off from the memory of a dream. Tsk tsk tsk.

Sigh.

Hanggang panaginip na lang...

Happy Days R Here Again!

Happy Days Are Here Again


Hummin': Any tune that comes to mind.

There is just so much depression and bad luck that a person can take. For two nights, I literally tossed and turned in bed, making me lose sleep and grow these eyebags to humongously bloated sizes. Plus, I suffered from anxiety attacks wherein I almost felt like I was being haunted in broad daylight.

Fortunately, my luck has changed its course. (Whew.)

In the start of the semester, I thought I was doomed to another long and miserable semester wherein bitching and ranting will most probably reign and my "cussing" skill (can't get it out of my system), honed to it's best.

But sheer patience, determination, kapal-ng-mukha and a lot of prayers have made me cope with these problems. The top three need-to-do-badly's in my list have now been struck out.

Sometimes life's good. Sometimes life's bad. And sometimes, I just don't know what it is.

But let me impart a gold nugget of wisdom I have gotten from this learning experience: IT WOULDN'T KILL YOU TO TRY.

Remember that.

You. Yes, You.

Hummin': Human Nature by Kyla

You.
Yes, you.
You who make my knees jelly and hands sweaty.
You who unleash the herd of mammoths in my tummy.
You who blows my composure with a mere glance.
You who inspires me to devise poetry in seconds.
You who ensnared me without a warning.
You.
Yes, you.
Just you.

"DiReK"

"DiReK"


Hummin': Anak by Gary Valenciano

Yesterday, I went to my Directing Class, a Fine Arts elective that I excitedly chose for this semester. We have the coolest teacher, Yan Yuzon, (who prefers to be called, Yan, Yani or whatever derivative, just not "Sir") who was also a student of the Ateneo but now works with a band and as a stage director.

I think he's with The Mongols. He let it slip that they're in the Myx Top 10 right now...Gotta watch out. Hehehe. I'm not really up to date lately.

Anyways, as it is exciting for me to be doing this, I have my reservations. First of all, I really don't have much of the gutsiness or bossiness to direct people around, especially not with acting. The reason is that I'm not really confident I have the expertise in order to rise superior above other people. I mean, I've had some theatrical and minor directing experience, but I usually just lurk in the shadows writing the script. Now, doing that is more of my thing. *wink*

Well, I see this class as a challenge...I just hope I get over the hurdle.

Oh, and calling any one of my classmates, Yanny or myself as "direk" is a major no-no in the class. LOL!

School's Back

School's Back


Hummin': Color of Love by Boyz II Men

I have been in school today for a whopping 13 HOURS! (And I haven't even counted the two hours that I'm awake preparing for school and the other hours I spend eating, depositing, taking a bath and preparing to sleep.)

Yes, and unless I am allowed to rearrange some of my subjects for a more convenient schedule, I will be spending more time in school this semester that I ever did all my highschool life.

I have this huge breaks in between with nothing to do but waste away.

I'm so stressed out...the bags under my eyes have developed their own eyebags.

I swear, I feel so darn tired.

No Escape

Feelin':
Hummin': Glory of Love By Peter Cetera

Tomorrow, our family leaves for Cavite, where in Cavite, I still haven't found out. Apparently, my folks have signed us up for this Last-Hurray-Before-Summer's-Officially-Over kind of thing with other families.

That's something to be excited about, you might be thinking.

Wrong.

I've been to one of these get-togethers and hoo-boy, when you have hours and hours to spend without anything to do, you'll regret you even came. You'll bore yourself to sleep.

Waste of money, waste of time. All you get is criticisms from aunts and uncles and then, given pieces of cliched advice here and there. No, don't take me wrong. I do accept advice, but see, I've heard them say the same things year in and year out that there's nothing new at all.

Sheesh.

Well, my bro has been conjuring up excuses like a magician just to get him out of this trip. *rolls eyes* But I've been there; I've done that. Nothing's going to work.

Good luck, Shots. But I think I'll see you and probably sit beside you on our way to Cavite tomorrow. If I'm going to suffer, might as well have you with me.

After all, MISERY LOVES COMPANY. Hekhekhek.

Boldly Going Nowhere

Nowhere... 

Sitting here on a late afternoon, feeling a little tired and numb, my mind wanders as I struggle to think of something to write about. Creativity that used to rush like irrepressible torrents now have to be sought out whenever I am badly in need. Even thinking has almost become a task.

I wonder...

While I sit on my fat ass, doing nothing and burning less calories than when I'm actually off to Wonderland, snoring, what am I missing? For surely, the fast-paced world moves on, despite my insistence to stay rooted at this place.

Sometimes, I try to comfort myself with the thought that I will do great things when the opportunity comes. Just give me a chance and I'll prove my worth. An empty promise, a huge bluff even I am not sure I can fulfill. I tell myself I won't be a failure. I remind myself of the dreams I have always had. I foresee a bright future ahead of me. And yet all I ever do is PROCRASTINATE.

Later. Tomorrow. Tsaka na. Next time na.

I dream BIG, yes, that I do well. But when all a person ever do is dream, where will he go? While he dreams, reality whisks the others in its fast and chaotic mixture and given time, some of the more fortunate ones will be able to rise above and reach their goals.

But what will happen to a mere dreamer such as I??


Though it's a tough pill to swallow, I have to admit that at this point in time, I am boldly going nowhere.

New Year, New Look

New Year, New Look


Feelin': Sleepy
Hummin': Solitaire By Clay Aiken

A new schoolyear is about to begin, and along with it, I have a new look for my bloggie. I'm hoping that a little tweak in my attitude towards school, influenced by excellent grade results from my summer classes, would be able to create a whole new atmosphere and maybe attract better vibes with teachers and all that. So I'm getting rid of my "School Sucks" slogan and replacing it with one that "Flies Free..."

I hope it works.

Then again, it might only be wishful thinking.

I'm sooo into butterflies at the moment...

Singing From the Heart

Singing From the Heart



Feelin': Reflective
Hummin': Title by Ah Du

I click on Kazaa to drown out the dull sound of the air conditioner running. Scanning the lists of artists, I go up and down in a quick motion, thinking of which singer to fit my mood. Then, I stopped at my Chinese playlist, thinking, I haven't played any of these songs for a long time now...

Click.

(I'm paraphrasing chosen lines...)

Jian chi dao di. Standing until the end.
Gan jue lei de shi hou rang wo bao jin. After you've shed tears, allow me to protect you.
Bu guan you duo ku wo hui quan xin quan li ai ni dao di. No matter what difficulties and struggles (hirap) that may come, I will love you still.

~ * ~

Jiu Suan Shi Jian Wang Le Suo You Jing Guo De Di Fang
Wo Hai Shi Zhao De Dao Ni Yan Li Qing Che De Guang
Gao Su Wo Di Qiu Shang De Yu Yan Zhen Me Qu Xing Rong
Na Yi Zhong Bi Yin He Geng Jiu Geng Wen Nuan De Yong Yuan

Even if time forgets all the places that we have been to,
I can still find the crystal clear light in your eyes
Tell me how to describe the languages of earth,
the type of eternity that is longer than the galaxy

For my short-spanned Chinese vocabulary, forgive me. These songs are love songs. The man sings of his love for this woman, how she had became a part of his life. He sings of endless love; of love that fears not what others will think or how others will react. A love that knows no boundaries.

Most of the time, I download and listen to Chinese songs for their soothing melodies. I can hardly understand what the lines mean, but in the few instances that I tried to dissect the lyrics and find their meanings, I am always blown away by the content of these sparse lines I can actually understand.

Because of the lack of direct translation from Chinese to English, the lines may appear cheesy, but when you comprehend the degree at which they sing of love, you would probably agree that the songs have a way at getting to you. They talk of your human needs, pluck at your heartstrings and make you sway with the melody.

Odd. And I speak as someone who sings without understanding.

Music speaks no language and holds no boundaries. Chinese, English, Filipino...it wouldn't matter much, for Music sings to the soul.

Swoon.

Busy Yet Bored

Busy Yet Bored
Feelin': Hungry?
Hummin': Kahit Kailan By South Border

Yups, less than a week and then it's school time again. Sigh. Anyways, I've been dabbling in graphic editing and stuff and though I'm not that good, I have nothing to blog about, so here's one of my current works.

WRITING WALLPAPER

Oh, and I've watched Harry Potter 3 last Friday. It was very good, as long as you don't compare it to the book of course. 'Coz when you do, you'll find the movie, "lacking."

Adios.

Finally, An A!

Finally, an A!



Feelin': Glad
Hummin': You're the Reason Why by Tracey James

I got my results of my five-week summer classes and I'm happy about it. After the finals, I had actually thought that I would surely get nothing more than a B or B+ in History, because I had a lot of uncertain answers.

But THANK GOD, I got an A!!! Yessss!!!

Well, so much for gloating...hehehe. For these past days, I've been dabbling in photo editing and stuff. I'm not yet that good, but I'm trying.

See what I've been up to:



Another Queer Eye

BFFs

My Sis

Concealed Transgressions

Concealed Transgressions


Feelin': Sleepy...Yawn.
Hummin': Circle of Life by Elton John

I have this new poem I'd like to share...


Underneath her facade of serenity
Was a smooth slab of painted mask.
It was a surface of flawless beauty
Where she hid her numerous cracks.

Not a soul suspected of her past;
Years that left her tattered, worn.
In that lifeless, barren cast,
Remained none but teeming scorn.

No one knew what she hid behind
The perfect show of confidence.
Daily, her hundred suitors lined
Hoping to beguile her innocence...


...Complete poem here.